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You Let Me

You let me go to bed with worries stuck in my sheets,

Then you plunder me with some sort of treat

You let me sword and win alone the war you pose

When you felt that your inner demons rose,

You let me swim the drought bed of water

And when it is storming blood,

You let me bleed.

With all these tiny acts, I can feel

You let me, you let me go.

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Punished

Please kindly hold this dear 

Close to thy ear 

Let yourself reminisce about the second you took the fall to rip what you waited so patiently to heal 

 It is the time of your becoming, the long awaited agony at the day of your hearing I command you to embrace the burning sensation of an unknown antipathy towards thyself 

Anchored to the rigid judgement of fate in the morning at Twelve 

 You are found guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. 

Infinite misery-- this is your punishment. 

 J.T 071018

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What’s tougher than to take choices you never knew you would? Or say otherwise of what your heart shrieks? 

What is more punishing than to keep it all in, just to keep everything and everyone arrayed? 

Tell me a story of bravery that would go along with this unhappy story of selfless decisions along with the world’s selfishness

Say it so I know I’m not so lonely

Tell me this isn’t pain or feeling from being robbed, tell me I am yet to be bankrupt of chances

And comfort me, brush my hair a hundred times before you put me into some deep sleep

So before I can dream again,

I beg you to tell me this one last lie

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It’s the little things 

That we’re so afraid to verbalize

And they’re what we refuse to believe we need

They are what we stay dishonest for-

Why we put our masks on

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Let me 

To the last breath

Let me indulge 

Up to my last second on this destructive world

If I jump, know that I want to thank you for letting me sink for this has always been my dream, the greatest accomplishment I will ever obtain. To reach the final ending of such hateful starts. To be able to finally see beyond. To free myself of the chains around my neck. To finally be able to breathe without having to constantly catch some. 

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The only purpose we have on Earth is to love

Jazrine B.

I came crying as I ran to my person that day, like I usually would and blurt out how I couldn’t find my purpose in life. (Well, actually, we take turns in doing this.) And she’d always tell me that God isn’t too difficult on us, that He was straight up clear on what He wanted us to do here, which is to love.

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“I know you. In my heart, I know you very well. You long for something special. You long for something unearthly.”

— Anton Chekhov, tr. by Peter Constantine, from “After The Fair,” c. 1880

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🌹 a flower for everyone not feeling their best today

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